As i think to myself the word purpose pops out
Its like rain during a serious drought 
What am i destined to do 
Who i am going to be 
What will i leave behind 
What will truly be my legacy 
They say many are called but few are chosen
I just want to be the one out of my generation that is golden 
I know it will not happen over night
I will have to walk in faith and not fright
The only thing i fear is fear
Fear will make your dreams disappear
Now whats my purpose i dont know 
But at the end of the tunnel i can see a light glow